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Julia Thomas Poem
We fight,
We cry,
And ask ourselves why?
Why did we have to start
To tear our own race apart.
With an endless war,
That has no end
That we cannot mend.
Why is it ok to kill someone else's brother,
For the sake of a religious gain?
If I killed your brother would you think the same?
Religion is not a game!
Look what happened to the crusades,
A long Time ago
In the name of their religion,
They had nothing left to show,
Of what was a holy place
A Long time ago.
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Julia Thomas Poem
They say love is patient,
They say love is kind.
But can love be owned
By someone else's mind?
As I woke up this morning,
With a feeling of dread,
I woke up this morning,
With someone in my bed.
This was not the first time,
This was not the last.
That I got out of my bed,
Rather fast.
He was not the same,
As the one before.
In fact some would call me,
A stupid Hoa##.
But love was not designed,
To share with few.
Love was designed,
For more than two.
I love with my brain,
I think with my heart.
Myself and love,
Can't be torn apart.
I look down and stare,
At his beautiful face.
Hearing his gentle noises,
Makes my heart seem to race.
With one slight yawn,
And one slight purr,
My cat rolled over,
Covered with furr.
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The tripping lights,the spinning sound,
At long last,the switch was found.
Complicated situations, feeling the vibrations,
Of the numbing sensation of the mind in control
Of this bodyless soul.
Being prodded and poked while being provoked,
My walls came tumbling down,
And I couldn't even make a sound.
This price i'm paying it doesn't seem right.
Is my weight worth gold for whats really being sold?
It's too late she cries, tossing and turning,
Hating her own demise.
Would she have been more wise
If she could have seen,
The hurt in these blue eyes,
The chances that could have been.
I never had a chance to tell my side of the story.
The moments that could have been,
Our crowning moment of glory.
My dreams are shattered, I feel battered and bruised.
I once felt welcomed, now I feel used.
With one last gasp of air, my soul slipped away,
My mummy had her abortion, on my 1st birthday.
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Unchained melodies,
Following me onto the street.
Vividly announcing
The blues have stolen my beat.
Unsettling notions,
I'm a gluttany for mistakes.
The waterworks arrive,
Drowning my sorrows like lakes.
I made a mistake
It didn't seem that bad.
Would it be different,
If I knew I would be this sad?
I'm punishing myself for my own crime,
Of loving life and not following time.
Or accepting the facts that never existed
In my fragile mind I thought I'd never missed it.
Being a snowflake so fragile and fair,
You'd think I'd learn the first time.
I melt into nothing like I was never even there.
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Julia Thomas Poem
The misery the pain,
It all feels the same.
Alone and trapped,
Cant seem to break free.
Theres something missing,
Im only half there.
I'm trying to disguise,
The person who I am.
I'm looking for addictions,
To hide my shame.
But no matter how I try,
Its all the same.
My shoulders are hurting from the baggage I carry.
I try to ease myself of the burdens.
But they just keep getting heavier.
Was I ever there?
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Julia Thomas Poem
Eccentric minds answering our needs,
While the mindless float planting seeds.
Our earth cries out in its solitude state,
It's dying slowly at an alarming rate.
Were killing it soft and slowly,
Paving the way for an easier life.
Did we ever stop to think ahead?
Of the contradictions we'd said?
Mutated tendrils trying to breathe,
In contaminated soil were trying to leave.
Its a cover up of what we knew,
Thinking there was a reversal was very few.
IF you heard the pain,
Would you feel the same?
Every time you feed your need,
And change the world for the worse
Listen to this my friend
It will only be your own curse.
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Julia Thomas Poem
The wind tosses carelessly with ease,
The falling autumn leaf,
Gliding in the breeze.
Twisting and turning
Without a care,
While people watch and stare.
It sees their curious eyes,
As it reflects off the glass.
What a splender to see it says,
As it gently lands,
Caressing the grass.
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